He hadn't
considered the possibility that Anna might reject him. No one ever had.
What was that phrase she so often used to describe his effect upon her,
a phrase making him feel he was being trapped? Animal magnetism.
She said his made it impossible for her to deny any of his moods. She hadn't.
They'd been more than an item in that small country village, a relationship
the gossip of townsfolk. Everyone assumed they'd marry. The only question
was, when? Petulant and self-possessed, he'd turned to others when her too
attentive interest in his every thought made him fantasize about fresh conquests,
made him deaf to constant transparent feminine chatter. It was the lack
of challenge. She'd become too easy. It wasn't any other aspect of her that
sent part of his mind wandering in search of certain diversions. Her figure,
enticing appearance, every physical aspect of her seemed made to enjoy.
And he did, indulging every libertine pleasure, yet found himself in dangerous
and sometimes deliciously exciting situations sponsored by her other weaknesses.
Her need for constant attention and affirmation provided the lubricant for
his moral slipping and sliding.

Once, he'd
pursued an older woman, one who'd showed little interest until he'd hinted
she might find some of his talents stimulating. She'd abused him, yet
he'd found her dominating personality a physical and emotional challenge,
engaging in acts he might have found repulsive only a few years earlier.
He'd serviced the woman and her young female companion in the most depraved
fashion for the better part of a week. Then, whipped and left locked naked
in a room for two days without food or drink, he'd managed to escape,
avoiding her thereafter like some disease. He hadn't been able to sit
comfortably for well past a week. Imagine his fright when finding himself
face to face with her at a socialite's party a few weeks later. Well dressed
and arm and arm with her much younger thrall, she had completely ignored
his obvious discomfort. Unable to forget what he and she'd done to that
young girl, and what both had done to him, he knew he'd never get the
obdurate dominatrix out of his mind, something he would never admit.

A few years
earlier while attending Cambridge an unbridled imagination blossomed and
he'd become obsessed with the idea he should become a writer. His father,
a well-to-do London businessman, had unsuccessfully attempted to steer
his career toward industry and commerce, but his son had made up his mind.
After reading John Cleland's, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, and
Guy de Maupassant's, Madame Tellier's Brothel, to name but a few,
he imagined himself destined to create the finest erotic literature in
the English language. Aware that syphilis had been the cause of Maupassant's
death, he, fearing the dreaded disease, had avoided the company of worldly
women and prostitutes. Instead, he dallied with much younger well-bread
femmes, believing them unexposed and therefore free of such horrid plagues.
Rightly or wrongly, he also believed he might avoid contagion through
other less chancy forms of social intercourse, and proceeded to entice
tender young darlings into performing those acts from which he'd begun
to derive so much pleasure. There was the added excitement of playing
these games, but he fancied himself at least as desirable and cunning
as the infamous Casanova. A well disposed and set up young man, he had
little trouble courting the opposite sex, and indeed at times had fought
to escape being entrapped by some calculating female into that euphemistic
state universally known as Ďmatrimonial bliss.í

Now, anxious
to get more popular books in print, he'd moved back to London to write
another gentleman's novel, spicy stories men read in private. Anna had
begged him not to leave, flustered and at wit's end, tear-filled soulful
brown eyes like a wounded doe following his every step. That desperate
neediness sent him running.

Only two
days after arriving, a school girl openly flirted with him in a London
park, a lithe little tart with an insatiable curiosity and the adventurous
soul of a Gypsy. Blossoming breasts and sultry exotic looks made already
heated blood boil as he imagined her doing deliciously naughty things
that made him shudder lustfully. When she boldly asked how he earned a
living, he told her he was a writer. Imagining him famous, the saucy little
flirt seemed thrilled past enchantment.

On bold impulse,
he offered to let the young thing read his most erotic chapter to date,
hoping licentious passages would set her emotions aflame. The darling
flaxen-haired nymph with large wide-set light-blue eyes was more than
intrigued with his close to obsessive interest in certain pleasures, especially
when reading his description of a tender young lady's orgasmic transport
while performing that act for which most men would gladly die. Carefully
chosen words explicitly conveyed every visual and tactile detail, no description
or nuance overlooked though he knew some readers might find such brazenly
sexual images far too shocking.

Not one to
have intimate relations in the dark, he prided himself in detailed attention
to all things visual, the sense of sight inextricably linked to eroticism.
Certainly, it was that which caught his eye that made him so susceptible
to enchanting charms and supple young curves.

While she
read he watched sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, imagining what changes
might be taking place between those nether-lips he so desperately desired
to explore with lips and tongue. She reread steamy passages over and over,
delicate fingertip pausing on the page as though caressing certain words,
pupils dilated with interest, budding firm breasts rising and falling
within a loosely laced bodice, every body signal betraying unguarded heart-pounding
excitement. Those clues held his attention. The delicious glimpse of youthful
cleavage exposing pale flesh nearly to lovely rosy conical tips made him
moisten dry lips and wonder at parents who'd let such a tempting morsel
out of their sight.

Yes, he'd
carefully played the game as well as she, eager to use the succulent-lipped
flirt, even offering her money to perform spine-tingling acts Anna had
mastered to please his more puissant urges.

What was
that you said? You want to know more? You want all the intimate details
no matter how lascivious? Very well, dear reader. As you wish. You do
have a wicked curiosity! Well, back to the tale where you can draw your
own conclusion regarding its moral.

His offer
made her glance up from the open manuscript, blushing but clearly aroused.

"Forgive
me good sir, I don't mean to be rude. I found that explicitly described
act most enticing, and though the offer is . . . well, tempting, I must
refuse to accept your money."

Fearing he'd
acted too-much in haste, offending the tender blossom, he instantly became
chagrined and apologetic.

"Dear child!
I didn't mean to offend you. Please accept my deepest apologies.
I fear I was being much too forward exposing a child of such a
tender young age to such salacious temptations."

His chagrin
changed to stun when she blushed and touched his hand, large blue eyes
focused just below his waist.

"Oh, no!
It is I who should apologize. I in no way meant to offend you.
Your story has left me agitated past good judgment! I'm still trembling
from images your words stirred in my bosom, as well as other parts of
my body I'm afraid to mention. As to your invitation for me to explore
the pleasures your lovely lady enjoyed, I simply meant to convey the fact
that I can't accept money. However, you've made me so mad with
desire to experience those same succulent delights I must confess I'm
beside myself and nearly unable to wait another moment!"

He nearly
reached orgasm upon hearing her confession. Immediately, he invited her
to his flat, rigid with need to find unlicensed satisfaction.

"Sweet child,
I promise you will be able to leave before your family misses you. You
are here of your free will. You can enjoy yourself and yet be home in
no time at all."

Clearly a
novice in a man's room, she moved from desk to window, unable to stand
still in one place, so obviously aroused by what she was about, she was
actually quivering. Again, he questioned her decision to play intimate
games.

"Do
not worry, esteemed author," she insisted, flawless cheeks pink, newly
awakened desire fostering agitation, "I'll not change my mind, for you
see I recently saw my parents engaged in that arousing act you so clearly
and temptingly described, and wondered what pleasure my mother might receive
when on her knees between my father's thighs. I confess I had no doubt
about my father's pleasure by the manner in which he praised my dear mother's
talented lips. What I viewed thrilled me so, I hurried back to my room
and stimulated myself to newly awakened delights nearly the entire night
while picturing what I had just seen! After reading your description of
what the lady did to herself while performing that act you call fellatio,
I must shamefully confess I have already discovered those same delights!"

That mental
image made him so rigid he was unable to wait to satisfy the urgent need
for release. Momentarily picturing Anna's lovely face, he further loosened
the front of the small girl's bodice to expose upturned conical pink-nippled
breasts, swollen rosy areolas engorged from sexual excitement. Taking
both morsels between fingertips that had never performed manual work,
he tweaked the sweet pair until the darling girl was beside herself with
the need to touch herself under her dresses.

"You enjoy
this, don't you?" he smiled. "That bodes well for what you are
about to experience. Darling girl, kneel here at my feet. Tip your adorable
face up, sweetest child. Open those beautiful generous lips. How lovely!
You're sure you want this pleasure? You understand that I'm about to fill
that sweet mouth of yours with an immense amount of that male elixir lovers
refer to as cum?"

"Tell
me first, dear sir . . . what is it really like? Your heroine seemed unable
to get enough to gratify her thirst for that substance you call cum.
Is it truly such a tasty treat? She consumed what she described as three
magnificent servings of male seed, yet begged her lover for more."

"Girls tell
me the taste of cum and the act of fellating a man sends them into such
states of erotic ecstasy they experience orgasmic pleasures unknown to
virgins, and most certainly, old maids. Once experienced, young girls
beg for the chance to repeat the performance. Itís my belief that there
is some direct erotic connection between the scent and taste that makes
some girls reach orgasm simultaneously. They seem to quickly acquire a
taste for the act and actually need to swallow inordinate amounts
of warm cum."

"Then indulge
me, dear sir! Even the word sounds delicious!" she blushed, glowing,
parted rosy lips trembling, trembling tongue moving between them to keep
them moist as he teased her swollen pink nipples. "Let me pretend I'm
your young lady in the story. Use my undeserving lips; make me submit
to your will; satisfy your lust. Are you now as hard as her young lover?
If so, make me suck your cock to orgasm, dear sir. Promise me that when
I feel you spilling your cum in my mouth I will experience the same ecstasy
she experienced. Please us both by allowing me to perform fellatio!"

"Then extend
your tongue, you dear sweet girl! What an enchantingly beautiful mouth.
Extend your tongue further, child. Cup it like a serving spoon and I'll
provide all you desire, for you've aroused me to the point that I most
certainly will discharge a most enormous effusion!"

Hands shaking,
he opened the front of his pants and took his engorged organ in hand.
As soon as she saw what was about to become the object of her oral obsession,
the darling girl's enthusiastic expression set him ablaze.

"You'll not
be damned, sweetest child. You'll soon experience heaven's pleasures!
Trust me for I know where from I speak. Learn to please and, you'll experience
even greater pleasures than do those foolish unwilling women who only
submit to partner's raptures instead of relishing what wiser females have
learned to enjoy. Learn to perform fellatio well for your pleasure as
much as mine. The greater your need for the viscous rewards, the greater
your orgasmic enjoyment! Remember, you must always use words that most
heighten the experience, words meant to arouse the most heated response!
Use those words I used in my book, those words banded as too-naughty and
salacious for every-day conversation, but not for aroused lovers of lust!"

"Dearest
teacher, please do not make me wait! I will do my very best! I want so
to learn how to perform fellatio, to coax that warm treasure from your
cock gentlemen call cum! This child is nearly faint with
eagerness to please! I beg you! Instruct me in how to suck your
cock to orgasm! Cock! Suck! Cum! Dear God!
Even the words make me weak with salacious desire!"

"Dear girl!
You will learn to adore saying and thinking those words! You will soon
experience raptures just taking my cock in your sweet mouth and swallowing
my spurting cum! Only now, continue to hold your mouth open wide, my darling
young pet! Curiosity and appetite will soon be satisfied when I spend
my cum over your waiting tongue!"

Never in
his life had he seen such desire as he masturbated directly onto her wide
pink tongue, white milky swags of ejaculate surging into the darling young
beauty's trembling open-lipped mouth. The sight was so deliciously wicked
he nearly lost his grip on his rigid cock. Blue eyes aglow, cheeks pink
with excitement she'd captured the entire spurting effusion, mouth wide
open and overflowing with cloudy ejaculate. Shuddering in rapture the
tiny girl caught the last pearl on the tip of her tongue, a shimmering
pearl filling her mouth dangerously close to overflowing.

"Now, dear
child, close those lovely lips and swallow what I've sent gushing into
your pretty mouth! Spit nothing! You must learn to always swallow! History
has taught us that girls known for stunning beauty and youth attribute
their loveliness to swallowing enormous amounts of cum!"

Just like
Anna, she did, swallowing repeatedly to get tenacious ejaculate down.
Licking full, glossed lips, she shuddered uncontrollably and smiled.

"Dearest
teacher! How delicious! How fortunate I am! It was just
as you described in your book! Did I please you, dear sir? Tell this poor
girl she deserves such pleasure! I'll kneel here forever if you give this
undeserving child more cum, dearest teacher! Feed me your delicious cum!
No wonder girls award it such high praise! Never have I experienced such
delights! Just as you promised, I reached orgasm while swallowing your
cum! The scent and taste caused me such pleasures! What has come over
me? What has caused me to experience such transports of pleasure? My secret
parts actually gushed when I heard you telling me to swallow your
delicious cum! That word makes me quiver! Good sir, do all men
produce such abundance? You delicious treat completely overfilled my mouth!"
Quickly, she got one hand busy under full skirts. "This is what I did
all night after seeing my dear mother fellating my father! I became so
faint with excitement I feared I was about to take my last mortal breath
on earth as I masturbated to numerous orgasms!"

Knowing what
the darling girl was about, he took the lesson a step further.

Fingering
herself madly, she stopped to suck all of her fingers, then repeated the
act for over a minute, shuddering as she brought herself to orgasm. Large
pupils dilated, small hand extended, she let him inhale the consequences
of her excitement.

"Do you like
it?" she blushed as he sucked her fingers clean, his cock still swollen
and throbbing.

"I do, sweet
child," he smiled. "You must exhibit your charms while performing self
stimulation. Pull up you skirts so I may see your lovely secrets. Don't
deny me such pleasure; and remember, you darling young girl, I insist
you always show me your pretty pink tongue after fellating me to prove
you've consumed all my cum!"

She stuck
it out and wagged it under his lavender crest.

"Cum!
What a lovely word! It makes me wet inner thighs just hearing you speak
the word! Give me more cum, dear teacher! See? I've made myself wet just
saying that word! I beseech you to use my undeserving mouth! I'll
swallow all the cum you can give me! Finally I understand my mother's
thirst, her whispered requests for more pleasing rewards! Though it makes
me blush, I was a very naughty girl when pressing my ear to my parent's
doors to overhear mother's impassioned cries. But now the cause of those
transports become clear! I want to become the princess of all sexual pleasures
. . . a slave of passion, an open receptacle for your delicious cum!"

"Then suck
me to ejaculation, you darling little tramp! I'll cum again in no time
at all!" he said, thankful for the stamina of youth.

With a hunger
for masculine desserts exceeding that which most girls confess for sugared
sweets, her insatiable appetite for semen convinced him young girls were
the perfect playmates. Somehow, using a younger girl added excitement
to acts that had become routine with Anna, though she was only a few years
the girl's elder. After all, didn't most men have a penchant for pliable
tarts? Still, he would have been ashamed had anyone discovered him indulging,
what did Anna call them? Delicious perversions. He most definitely
and totally indulged them.

The adorable
hardly more than pubescent tart became an enthusiastic receptacle for
the rewards of her talents, eagerly dropping to her knees at his feet
and fellating him at least three times on each occasion they met, usually
in front of a large looking glass in his flat. She had absolutely no shame!
Masturbating theatrically, little fingers-frigging her tiny twat, she
watched as his torrential pleasures surged into her waiting mouth.

"How delicious,
this male treasure . . . this fluid men refer to as cum! Oh, dearest
teacher! I've wet myself again! Do all girls gush so when
excited? I imagine myself performing for others to enjoy! I picture a
room teeming with girls just like me, each of us enjoying the heated pleasures
of unabashed eroticism; the same as the mention I found in an ancient
Latin studies text of the Roman orgies of old. Think what an audience
might do if this were performed on a stage! How I adore watching myself
perform this oral act! Do you think I might become an actress? Did you
see how you filled my mouth? See my tongue? I've swallowed every sweet
drop of delicious semen! Will you soon fill my little cunt with your cock?
Will you fill me repeatedly with warm cum so I can use it to increase
my pleasures while sucking and masturbating?"

"Not your
tiny cunt, darling child. There is a great danger of leaving you pregnant.
There are other enticing pleasures for you to enjoy."

They might
have been sisters, their parents, lust, for Anna also loved to
perform in front of a mirror so she could watch herself consuming what
she described giggling as "copiouspearlescentspurtingprofusions!" Willing to please, he allowed the charming girl to
repeat her performances, the half-nude nymph almost gagging while attempting
to fellate his manhood to his groin, making him cum-off so hard and so
deep in her throat, rivers of cum ran from her pretty little nose.

The sweet
young thing begged for direction, so he taught her the fine arts of pleasing
herself, insisting she spread her legs wide and expose all feminine secrets
so he might better see that small lovely cleft of Venus. Nearly naked
and draped over his bed, legs spread like a discarded doll, she allowed
him to explore the juicy curly blonde nest while spreading small plump
lips with her dainty fingertips. To better enjoy those tender delights,
he shaved away every curl between the darling girl's lovely thighs, leaving
her virgin crotch as smooth as fine porcelain but warmer than freshly
baked bread. When she parted those small now hairless lips, a pink nub
at its apex stood like a tiny erection. Tongue wagging as though she wished
she could lick it, she frigged herself to quivering fluid-spraying orgasm.
Fingers sliding over the pink swollen gland after exploring her juicy
sheath, she sighed and sucked slippery wet fingers.

"What pleasure!
It's so slippery it's a shame you can't fill my little cunt with warm
cum! I know I'm only a novice. Please . . . teach me how I might better
delight you! Show me what other women do that you prefer. What do they
do to please you?"

"They sometimes
stroke me off with their hands, like this," he said, masturbating so she
could learn what pleased him. "No matter how they get it, all women want
to drink warm semen. Use my wine glass, darling girl. Catch my pearls
in the crystal when I ejaculate. I'll repeat the act a number of times
to give you a substantial treat . . . then let me watch while you drink
my still-warm spunk!"

He'd always
dreamed he might find an enthusiastic student such as she, a girl who
begged for the opportunity to make semen burst from the tip of his rigid
sex, a young girl who truly loved to consume that slightly salty seed.
His transports were undeniably prodigal, and like Anna, simply viewing
the erupting spectacle excited the darling young beauty to earth moving
orgasms. Large blue eyes fixed on the surging shimmering excess, she always
caught it in her mouth or in a wide-mouth wine crystal. Ultimately, kneeling
at his feet, she smiled submissively up into his eyes.

"Now I understand
why women want to drink these precious male fluids, dear teacher! Please
allow me the pleasure of swallowing your warm cum! I beg your permission
to swallow it all while you watch me! Every sweet pearlescent drop! I
dream of nothing else at night as I masturbate in my bed! Am I to be punished
for wanting to swallow so much cum? Am I a wicked girl for considering
it a most salubrious treat?"

"Not
at all, darling child! You are a treasure! Let me demonstrate another
delight for your pleasure. Spread your lovely legs wide and drink all
of it while I lavish kisses on your deliciously sweet pink cleft of Venus,
that lovely wet cunt!"

And while
the darling girl consumed the entire glass-full of warm cum, supping on
its contents with unashamed ribald delight, he lavished kiss after kiss
on her smooth parted cunt, spreading and probing juicy pink inner-lips
with his flashing tongue. The child's orgasms were as voluminous as his
and he drank long from the small dainty sheath, often with a middle finger
screwed deep up her hot little arse, an act that made her wiggle like
a serpent. The aroused scent of her bum drove him mad to replace finger
with tongue. So doing, he repeatedly wormed it deep up her smoothly shaved
pucker, a heavenly slick pink-lined anus.

"Dear teacher!"
she moaned, crying out enraptured, rolling onto her tummy and lifting
narrow hips so he could invade her even deeper. "Dearest God, how you
make me wiggle and gush! Your tongue is even more maddening than
your finger! Analingus! I read about it in your book. What an erotic
act! See! The sensation of your tongue in my bum makes me gush! Dearest
teacher! You swallow my juice like I swallow your cum!"

While he
lay with his face between warm feminine thighs, she masturbated to multiple
orgasms, drenching him with such volume of vaginal gush he thought perhaps
she must have pissed!

Quick to
learn, she delighted herself daily, finger-frigging herself half-naked
while stroking him to spine-tingling heights, sometimes directly into
her waiting mouth or into the always handy large wine crystal. Adding
to the licentious act, she often masturbated herself into the same goblet,
vaginal gush almost filling the vessel.

"See!" she
beamed, raising the crystal to examine the mixed juices of cum and cunt.
"What a lovely cocktail!"

As always,
she made a wickedly obscene production of feasting on the consequences
of her awakened cravings, taking prodigal mouthfuls of ejaculate, then
spilling them back in the crystal so she could truly appreciate just how
large his orgasms had been! Like Anna, the child was completely insatiable,
fastidiously milking cum out of his spending organ, then greedily swallowing
every sticky drop.

One afternoon
after discovering a lurid description of anal sex in one of his manuscripts,
she became mad with desire to be taken like that, bending over his bed
and presenting a most delectably firm virgin bum. "If not in my cunt,
then I must experience that thrill! When you did that to me with your
tongue I nearly died! See! I'm spreading these cheeks so you might drive
that long rigid organ of pleasure up my hot little arse! Fuck me up my
arse! Bugger me, sir, or I 'll not fellate you again!"

Which of
course she did as soon as he withdrew from the semen-slippery grip of
her no longer virgin spasming bum, sucking every bit of sticky cum and
sauce from the still rigid throbbing shaft, making the act appear more
obscene!

"Dearest
teacher, I've become so depraved! What's to become of me? You've made
me mad with desire to suck you to orgasm after being buggered like that.
I'm driven to maddening raptures! Should I be punished for surrendering
to such outrageous desires? Is all lost in my abandoned chastity? What
man would have me once discovering what I've done, to what fiery depths
my spirit and girlish cunt has been plumbed?"

"Many
would enshrine you in their beds!" he laughed, recovered from the steamy
pleasure. "But because you've been so delightfully naughty, I'll spank
your firm little arse while you suck me to heaven's gates!"

"Oh, dearest
teacher! Spank me and make me suck you for hours without rest! Make me
suck every sweet drop of cum from your proud stiff cock! Cum! Cum! Nothing
makes my little cunt so hot and gush so much as the taste of delicious
cum while I'm fingering my just fucked arse!"

He did, turning
her arse-cheeks bright-red as she fellated him, even tying her wrists
to ankles and buggering her while delivering tear-producing spankings
across the cheeks of her proud little arse. Not only did she suck better,
she insisted on fellating him after he had furiously buggered her, the
entire time begging for more cum and heated spankings! The results were
astounding! She only became more depraved, pleading with him to bugger
her daily and allow her the delight of sucking his cock as soon as he
withdrew from her tight little cum-loaded anus.

"Dear sir
. . . please take me again . . . bugger me until I cry! I so need your
long cock deep up my bum! Did you know I can feel it when you send your
cum surging inside me? The sensation drives me to such unexplored heights
it makes me mad to swallow it more than ever!"

"Cum,
sweet girl. When you use those words, it makes sex even lustier! When
you speak with me, and if I'm not fucking it, I want to see you finger
yourself up your arse and play with your little pink cunt! Be libidinous,
girl! Always perform licentiously for our pleasures. That's why men adore
girls of your age. What pleasure, cuming in an innocent young girl's mouth
. . . watching them swallow our cum!"

"Thank you,
dear sir! I do need to suck! I'm my mother's daughter. I saw her fellate
my father again. I peeked when they were lost in the raptures of fellatio
. . . while she swallowed my father's cum! I could hear her swallowing
while he pleaded for her to do it. I masturbated to maddening pleasures,
using my fingers up my arse and cunt! I had to clean my mess up from the
floor! I made such randy noises I nearly betrayed myself out of desire
to see my father bugger her. No sooner had the thought raced through my
sex-maddened mind, he made her grasp her ankles and buggered her for nearly
an hour, just as you bugger me! I nearly died with pleasure as he came-off
again and again. During one of his orgasms she made him withdraw, and
turning, took the surging ejaculate in her mouth and sucked him to orgasm
before letting him retire! Lucky mother! My father has a very proud cock,
a shaft nearly as long as yours and capped with a very large crest!
I know I'm a horrid daughter for even thinking such things, but
I confess I'd bend over for him if he insisted! Imagine the sight of a
father buggering his only daughter! If my mother wanted to watch, I'd
do it! See what you've made me? Oh, well. They are an amorous pair and
pursue pleasures like us, whenever they find the opportunity! She truly
knows how to please him as well as herself. Their play made me so hot
I nearly died! I played with myself so long my hot little cunt and arse
were actually sore!"

The entertainment
she provided delighted him immensely, a tender appearing innocent who
enjoyed exposing herself solely for his gratification, begging for acts
most females viewed as perverted and behaving like a libidinous whore.
Actually, he feared that was what most girls would become if they didn't
soon marry after discovering the delicious pleasures of libertine sex.

After two
months of indulging such lustful pleasures, his roving eye began following
other young curves. He decided to take advantage of his newest conquest
one day when she came to his flat after school.

"Sweet child,
the time has arrived in your education for new challenges and libertine
lessons. I insist you introduce me to other attractive young tarts. We
shall have new games to play."

Initially,
his usually submissive playmate resisted.

"Must I,
dearest teacher? Do I not please you enough? Must I now share you with
other girls?"

"You were
the one who mentioned roomfuls of girls, but have it your way, my sweet
child. I felt it was time for you to expand your limited pleasures, time
to discover new lascivious delights. Perhaps it is time for me to find
someone new who will do my bidding and not question my more experienced
knowledge."

"But I do,
dear teacher! I do everything you ask of me. Why must you punish me this
way? You've made me a tramp! I'm your slut, your personal whore!"

"If it's
punishment you desire, I assume denying you the pleasures you've come
to enjoy will be punishment enough. So be it. I have other pleasurable
things to accomplish."

"Do not send
me away," she sighed, large tears welling up in blue eyes. "I'll acquiesce,
dearest teacher! Perhaps I should have been spanked even harder. I am
a slut for cum! Yes, I'll do it! Lovely girls! I'll bring you the prettiest
girl I know!"

A day later
she brought him an exotic dark-haired classmate her age, a girl whoís
mixed parentage a fashioned a mouth-watering work of art. Cad that he
was, he had new perversions to exercise.

"Dear child,
show this raven-haired beauty what you've learned in my private school."

The now submissive
tart did as asked, quickly kneeling and opening his pants, taking cock
in both hands and stroking him to engorged erection while her wide-eyed
dark-skinned girlfriend watched open mouthed. The sight of two young girls
before him aroused him to new heights of lust and sweat was running down
his collar.

Hand between
the lovely Mulatto's thighs, he toyed with a very aroused mount of Venus.
Thrilling him to knee-shaking weakness, the exotic girl's small cleft
was juicy as over-ripe fruit, her clitoris as long as his little fingertip!
When he had her excited to orgasm, large dark eyes announcing a state
of swoon, he eased the dark-skinned beauty to the floor next to his young
sex slave who was stroking him close to climax with both hands.

Perspiration
on upper lip, the darling young girl did as requested, coaxing her sweet
friend closer with lusty words.

"Open
your mouth like I did, dear friend. I'm about to make him give up his
delicious treasures! You are about to suck this handsome cock . . . and
swallow quite a generous amount of warm cum!"

Artfully
stroking his tumescent uncircumcised cock with skill, crest pressed against
the extended tongue, she milked powerful surges of thick warm semen into
her young friend's waiting mouth.

"Swallow
his sweet cum, then show us your tongue!" she beamed, looking to her teacher
for his approval.

The Mulatto
sucked the creamy crest until he sent another surge of cum in her mouth,
the girlís large dark eyes betraying her pleasure as she slurped down
the thick sticky ejaculate.

Over a period
of two months, his thrall introduced him to three other beauties her age.
Easily excitable and thrilled to learn, the darling girls were putty in
experienced hands. He was rigid in their inexperienced mouths, but their
naiveté quickly turned to expertise! Was it peer competition? Each
girl tried to outdo the other. Still, he made the girl-child watch her
classmates fellate him, then buggered all three while she masturbated
for their voyeuristic pleasures. Imagine his joy having three young girls
to use, three young tarts all mad to be arse-fucked, all mad to consume
an excess of warm semen! There were days when he wasnít sure if he could
cum again, and he struggled to pace himself.

For those
two months he denied the flaxen-haired child oral gratification in hopes
she'd perform another sexual act he wanted to see, his position leaving
the dear girl in tears.

"Dearest
teacher! I beg you! Use my mouth again like you first did! Let me be the
one to swallow your sweet cum!"

"Not until
you dine on your young girlfriend's sweet cunts . . . particularly your
Mulatto friend. I want to watch you lick her sweet lips of Venus and slide
that magic tongue of yours up her tight little arse, to bring her to sweet
orgasm just as I did!"

She only
sighed and looked away. So instead, he made her masturbate him into their
mouths and watch as they drank the ejaculate. Using every persuasion,
he performed cunnilingus, lavishing ardent kisses across swollen clefts,
licking and sucking until the darling girls were spraying like sparkling
wine. No matter the number of kisses he lavished on her Mulatto girlfriend's
tasty treasures made the girl-child willing to engage in Sapphic sex with
the dark exotic femme, an act he'd read about and so longed to watch girls
perform. How he wished he'd lived during the Greek period when the temple
of Lesbos flourished.

Imagine then
his pleasure one rainy afternoon in his flat, when two of the little blondeís
girlfriends were recovering from one of his intense tongue-lashing sessions,
the Mulatto beauty, having regained her senses, drew her blonde classmate
down upon the soft cushions and performed cunnilingus and analingus on
the darling girl's wide-open smoothly shaved crotch. Until that moment,
the girls had been enjoying an afternoon of ribald pleasures, playfully
perfecting the art of fellatio and surrendering to his tongue between
warm young thighs. Wide eyed and eager to watch, they attended their Mulatto
friendís journey into the sweet realm of Lesbos! Two let their dark-skinned
classmate perform the spine-tingling oral act, including the little blonde.
Those acts so aroused the author, he took advantage of one of the young
girls and reached orgasm twice in her adorable mouth as he watched the
Nubian perform both lesbian oral sex acts for the rest of the afternoon.

Still, the
blonde girl-child refused to reciprocate, though willingly spreading pretty
legs for the Mulatto's eager lips and sending floods of cunt-gush spraying
into the girl's mouth. In hopes of changing her mind, he always made her
watch as his tongue brought supple girlfriends to limb-quivering climaxes
after buggering them, experiences the darling young things begged to enjoy.
Then he allowed them to swallow what she so desperately craved, cuming-off
in eager open mouths. Pouting, and madly jealous of classmates, the young
beauty still refused to perform cunnilingus.

Disappointed,
he began to loose interest and thought a change of scene might prove advantageous.
There were few things on his mind beside sex, most centered there, including
his desire to become famous as a writer of that special genre. Following
a sudden whim, and in hopes of teaching her a lesson, he departed London
without letting his young playmate fellate him to climax, insisting she
watch her Mulatto classmate swallow that last load just before he boarded
the steamer.

As winter
darkened London skies and heavy snows left the city all but silent, he
journeyed south and spent the next year living in the warmth of an ancient
city named Tarfaya on the coast of Morocco. Though he couldn't speak the
language, there were many natives who spoke English adequately and he
prepared to thoroughly enjoy the challenge of finishing his half-completed
story and finding more hungry-for-pleasure young girls.